I didn’t like it and I liked her even less for being the sole cause of my uncertainty. It didn’t make sense. She was a tiny scrap of a girl—all limbs and bones. There were no curves on her, and I doubted she even wore a bra if I was being honest with myself. See? Too young. Too fucking young. But that didn’t stop me from searching for her in a crowd. And it didn’t stop me from looking when I found her.
